End of an era

Last of my green
Life sure is mean
We all start from a seed
Then grow like a weed
Reproduce or die
Makes me wonder why
As i pry myself away
From addiction and decay
Why does life have to be this way?
I’m standing at the edge
This is the brink
This is the shrink
This is the door
If you find yourself not welcome anymore
This is the lowest i will ever be
Until everyone i know dies around me.